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The following morning, Danial walked into his house. He had stayed up playing poker the entire night and all he really wanted to do was sleep. However, as he walked to the dining room, he saw the candles burned to the bottom and some food still left on the plates. That worried Daniel because, despite appearances, Hawkeye did clean up after himself at home and he definitely washed the dishes. So, the first thing Daniel did was walk up to Hawkeye's room and open it a bit, as it was ajar. What he saw made him want to laugh, cry and get angry at the same time. There was Margaret, completely naked, lying on top of the bed snoring lightly and Hawkeye was pretty much in the same position. Just when Daniel was about to leave to laugh outside, Hawkeye opened his eyes.

"Hey dad."

"Hey yourself, son. How are you feeling?"

"Good, but really tired."

"I can imagine", and with one little Daniel Pierce wink, Hawkeye realised what his father was seeing.

"Oh Dad!! Please get outta here!" Hawkeye exclaimed quietly while placing a pillow in front of himself and covering Margaret.

"Dad, she'll freak, then kill me and probably never sleep with me again!! Go!!"

"Daniel practically ran out of the room laughing so loudly that he was surprised that the whole street hadn't woken up, let alone Margaret herself.

Hawkeye was quietly trying to organise Margaret under the covers, when she began to stir. She slowly woke up.

"Hey Hawkeye."

"Hey you, how did you sleep?"

"Like a baby. No nightmares, no crying, nothing. You?"

"Same. It's been a while since I didn't have at least one nightmare during the night."

"Me too. Where's your Dad?"

"I think he just got in. He's probably making himself some coffee. He stayed up all night playing poker."

Margaret laughed, "Like father, like son. You two never quit."

"Hey, do you want breakfast in bed?"

"Why not? You're spoiling me rotten, Benjamin Franklin."

At that moment, both realised why this was happening. The cancer.

"Hawkeye … I'll be ok. I promise. Regardless of if the cancer's back or not."

"I know, but I really didn't want to bring it up today, especially after last night's performance with a few encores!!" Hawkeye laughed and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Margaret gave a small chuckle but brought Hawkeye back to earth. "Laughing about it won't make it go away. I need another blood test."

"I know you do, but can we do it after breakfast?"

"No Dr. Pierce. I need to have an empty stomach, remember?"

"Oh yeah. Well, I guess we better go to the clinic."

"Ok, I'll have a shower and get ready. You go and get breakfast for yourself and save me something."

"Ok Margaret."

With that Margaret walked to the bathroom, locked herself in, got in the shower and cried. Her life was coming together but could that fall apart?

Hawkeye walked down to the kitchen and found his father reading the paper with a cup of coffee in hand.

"Hey Dad."

"Hawk, what's wrong? You seem upset, which you shouldn't be, considering last night."

"No, I'm happy about that, but I'm worried about Margaret."

"The cancer, huh?"

"Yeah. We're going to get a blood test now. We need to make sure."

"I know son, but it'll be a week before the test results get back from Portland. What will you do until then?"

"Enjoy my time with Margaret. That's what I'll do."

"Well, it seems like your lady may be ready. I can't hear the shower anymore."

"Yeah, I better take a shower myself. I can't possibly eat anything right now anyway."

"Ok, go. You need to get those blood tests out of the way."

"Thanks Dad."

"You're welcome son. I lover her like a daughter now, so take care of her."

"I will Dad."

As Hawkeye walked up the stairs he heard quite sobs coming from his room.

"Margaret?"

"I'm ok Hawkeye. Really. Just got something in my eye."

"Oh yeah, and I'm General MacArthur."

"Look Hawkeye. Please. Can you just have a shower so we can go? I don't want to talk about anything at the moment."

"Ok." Hawkeye knew not to push more now, he would later.

At the clinic half an hour later ….

"Ok Margaret. Hold still."

"Hawk, I've done this a … OUCH! What did you do??"

"Sorry, you seem to forget how bad I am with a needle despite the fact that I've jabbed you with one a few times already."

Margaret smiled. He was right. She'd forgotten.

"Well Hawk, I guess we send this away now and wait."

"Yeah, we wait."


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